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A “wonderfully accessible” interpretation of the Buddha’s teachings on breathwork in meditation, from a leading insight meditation teacher (Joseph Goldstein, author of The Experience of Insight)Larry Rosenberg shares his journey of embracing insight meditation through the timeless teachings of the Anapanasati Sutra. Guided by revered teachers like Ajahn Buddhadasa and Thich Nhat Hanh, Rosenberg reveals the sutra’s sixteen contemplations as a comprehensive path to mindfulness, offering readers a practical blueprint for awakening. The book emphasizes the breath as a powerful anchor, leading practitioners from simple awareness to the realization of life’s deepest truths.Readers will discover how to integrate mindfulness into daily life, transforming ordinary activities into opportunities for presence and clarity. Rosenberg’s personal experiences and insight illuminate the path to cultivating equanimity, compassion, and wisdom, making this ancient practice accessible to contemporary audiences. The book encourages a spirit of openness and nonattachment, guiding readers to experience the liberating wisdom at the heart of the Buddha’s teachings. Rosenberg’s engaging exploration of mindfulness and practical advice invites readers to embrace the breath as a gateway to inner peace and liberation. This work promises to inspire both seasoned practitioners and newcomers alike, offering a fresh perspective on integrating meditation into the fabric of everyday life.
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- psychedelic-library.orgThe Doors of Perception
IT WAS IN 1886 that the German pharmacologist, Louis Lewin, published the first systematic study of the cactus, to which his own name was subsequently given. Anhalonium lewinii was new to science. To primitive religion and the Indians of Mexico and the American Southwest it was a friend of immemorially long standing. Indeed, it was much more than a friend. In the words of one of the early Spanish visitors to the New World, "they eat a root which they call peyote, and which they venerate as though it were a deity." Why they should have venerated it as a deity became apparent when such eminent psychologists as Jaensch, Havelock Ellis and Weir Mitchell began their experiments with mescalin, the active principle of peyote. True, they stopped short at a point well this side of idolatry; but all concurred in assigning to mescalin a position among drugs of unique distinction. Administered in suitable doses, it changes the quality of consciousness more profoundly and yet is less toxic than any other substance in the pharmacologist's repertory. Mescalin research has been going on sporadically ever since the days of Lewin and Havelock Ellis. Chemists have not merely isolated the alkaloid; they have learned how to synthesize it, so that the supply no longer depends on the sparse and intermittent crop of a desert cactus. Alienists have dosed themselves with mescalin in the hope thereby of coming to a better, a first-hand, understanding of their patients' mental processes. Working unfortunately upon too few subjects within too narrow a range of circumstances, psychologists have observed and catalogued some of the drug's more striking effects. Neurologists and physiologists have found out something about the mechanism of its action upon the central nervous system. And at least one Professional philosopher has taken mescalin for the light it may throw on such ancient, unsolved riddles as the place of mind in nature and the relationship between brain and consciousness. There matters rested until, two or three years ago, a new and perhaps highly significant fact was observed.* Actually the fact had been staring everyone in the face for several decades; but nobody, as it happened, had noticed it until a Young English psychiatrist, at present working in Canada, was struck by the close similarity, in chemical composition, between mescalin and adrenalin. Further research revealed that lysergic acid, an extremely potent hallucinogen derived from ergot, has a structural biochemical relationship to the others. Then came the discovery that adrenochrome, which is a product of the decomposition of adrenalin, can produce many of the symptoms observed in mescalin intoxication. But adrenochrome probably occurs spontaneously in the human body. In other words, each one of us may be capable of manufacturing a chemical, minute doses of which are known to cause Profound changes in consciousness. Certain of these changes are similar to those which occur in that most characteristic plague of the twentieth century, schizophrenia. Is the mental disorder due to a chemical disorder? And is the chemical disorder due, in its turn, to psychological distresses affecting the adrenals? It would be rash and premature to affirm it. The most we can say is that some kind of a prima facie case has been made out. Meanwhile the clue is being systematically followed, the sleuths—biochemists , psychiatrists, psychologists—are on the trail. By a series of, for me, extremely fortunate circumstances I found myself, in the spring of 1953, squarely athwart that trail. One of the sleuths had come on business to California. In spite of seventy years of mescalin research, the psychological material at his disposal was still absurdly inadequate, and he was anxious to add to it. I was on the spot and willing, indeed eager, to be a guinea pig. Thus it came about that, one bright May morning, I swallowed four-tenths of a gram of mescalin dissolved in half a glass of water and sat down to wait for the results. We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to Permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or "feeling into." Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves (always, of course, in a slightly Pickwickian sense) in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the Places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience. To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves. But what if these others belong to a different species and inhabit a radically alien universe? For example, how can the sane get to know what it actually feels like to be mad? Or, short of being born again as a visionary, a medium, or a musical genius, how can we ever visit the worlds which, to Blake, to Swedenborg, to Johann Sebastian Bach, were home? And how can a man at the extreme limits of ectomorphy and cerebrotonia ever put himself in the place of one at the limits of endomorphy and viscerotonia, or, except within certain circumscribed areas, share the feelings of one who stands at the limits of mesomorphy and somatotonia? To the unmitigated behaviorist such questions, I suppose, are meaningless. But for those who theoretically believe what in practice they know to be true—namely, that there is an inside to experience as well as an outside—the problems posed are real problems, all the more grave for being, some completely insoluble, some soluble only in exceptional circumstances and by methods not available to everyone. Thus, it seems virtually certain that I shall never know what it feels like to be Sir John Falstaff or Joe Louis. On the other hand, it had always seemed to me possible that, through hypnosis, for example, or auto-hypnosis, by means of systematic meditation, or else by taking the appropriate drug, I might so change my ordinary mode of consciousness as to be able to know, from the inside, what the visionary, the medium, even the mystic were talking about. From what I had read of the mescalin experience I was convinced in advance that the drug would admit me, at least for a few hours, into the kind of inner world described by Blake and AE. But what I had expected did not happen. I had expected to lie with my eyes shut, looking at visions of many-colored geometries, of animated architectures, rich with gems and fabulously lovely, of landscapes with heroic figures, of symbolic dramas trembling perpetually on the verge of the ultimate revelation. But I had not reckoned, it was evident, with the idiosyncrasies of my mental make-up, the facts of my temperament, training and habits. I am and, for as long as I can remember, I have always been a poor visualizer. Words, even the pregnant words of poets, do not evoke pictures in my mind. No hypnagogic visions greet me on the verge of sleep. When I recall something, the memory does not present itself to me as a vividly seen event or object. By an effort of the will, I can evoke a not very vivid image of what happened yesterday afternoon, of how the Lungarno used to look before the bridges were destroyed, of the Bayswater Road when the only buses were green and tiny and drawn by aged horses at three and a half miles an hour. But such images have little substance and absolutely no autonomous life of their own. They stand to real, perceived objects in the same relation as Homer's ghosts stood to the men of flesh and blood, who came to visit them in the shades. Only when I have a high temperature do my mental images come to independent life. To those in whom the faculty of visualization is strong my inner world must seem curiously drab, limited and uninteresting. This was the world—a poor thing but my own—which I expected to see transformed into something completely unlike itself. The change which actually took place in that world was in no sense revolutionary. Half an hour after swallowing the drug I became aware of a slow dance of golden lights. A little later there were sumptuous red surfaces swelling and expanding from bright nodes of energy that vibrated with a continuously changing, patterned life. At another time the closing of my eyes revealed a complex of gray structures, within which pale bluish spheres kept emerging into intense solidity and, having emerged, would slide noiselessly upwards, out of sight. But at no time were there faces or forms of men or animals. I saw no landscapes, no enormous spaces, no magical growth and metamorphosis of buildings, nothing remotely like a drama or a parable. The other world to which mescalin admitted me was not the world of visions; it existed out there, in what I could see with my eyes open. The great change was in the realm of objective fact. What had happened to my subjective universe was relatively unimportant. I took my pill at eleven. An hour and a half later, I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers-a full-blown Belie of Portugal rose, shell pink with a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-colored carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the bold heraldic blossom of an iris. Fortuitous and provisional, the little nosegay broke all the rules of traditional good taste. At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation-the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence. "Is it agreeable?" somebody asked. (During this Part of the experiment, all conversations were recorded on a dictating machine, and it has been possible for me to refresh my memory of what was said.) "Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "it just is." Istigkeit—wasn't that the word Meister Eckhart liked to use? "Is-ness." The Being of Platonic philosophy— except that Plate seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction of the Idea. He could never, poor fellow, have seen a bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light and all but quivering under the pressure of the significance with which they were charged; could never have perceived that what rose and iris and carnation so intensely signified was nothing more, and nothing less, than what they were—a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence. I continued to look at the flowers, and in their living light I seemed to detect the qualitative equivalent of breathing—but of a breathing without returns to a starting point, with no recurrent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning. Words like "grace" and "transfiguration" came to my mind, and this, of course, was what, among other things, they stood for. My eyes traveled from the rose to the carnation, and from that feathery incandescence to the smooth scrolls of sentient amethyst which were the iris. The Beatific Vision, Sat Chit Ananda, Being-Awareness-Bliss-for the first time I understood, not on the verbal level, not by inchoate hints or at a distance, but precisely and completely what those prodigious syllables referred to. And then I remembered a passage I had read in one of Suzuki's essays. "What is the Dharma-Body of the Buddha?" ('"the Dharma-Body of the Buddha" is another way of saying Mind, Suchness, the Void, the Godhead.) The question is asked in a Zen monastery by an earnest and bewildered novice. And with the prompt irrelevance of one of the Marx Brothers, the Master answers, "The hedge at the bottom of the garden." "And the man who realizes this truth," the novice dubiously inquires, '"what, may I ask, is he?" Groucho gives him a whack over the shoulders with his staff and answers, "A golden-haired lion." It had been, when I read it, only a vaguely pregnant piece of nonsense. Now it was all as clear as day, as evident as Euclid. Of course the Dharma-Body of the Buddha was the hedge at the bottom of the garden. At the same time, and no less obviously, it was these flowers, it was anything that I—or rather the blessed Not-I, released for a moment from my throttling embrace—cared to look at. The books, for example, with which my study walls were lined. Like the flowers, they glowed, when I looked at them, with brighter colors, a profounder significance. Red books, like rubies; emerald books; books bound in white jade; books of agate; of aquamarine, of yellow topaz; lapis lazuli books whose color was so intense, so intrinsically meaningful, that they seemed to be on the point of leaving the shelves to thrust themselves more insistently on my attention. "What about spatial relationships?" the investigator inquired, as I was looking at the books. It was difficult to answer. True, the perspective looked rather odd, and the walls of the room no longer seemed to meet in right angles. But these were not the really important facts. The really important facts were that spatial relationships had ceased to matter very much and that my mind was perceiving the world in terms of other than spatial categories. At ordinary times the eye concerns itself with such problems as Where?—How far?—How situated in relation to what? In the mescalin experience the implied questions to which the eye responds are of another order. Place and distance cease to be of much interest. The mind does its Perceiving in terms of intensity of existence, profundity of significance, relationships within a pattern. I saw the books, but was not at all concerned with their positions in space. What I noticed, what impressed itself upon my mind was the fact that all of them glowed with living light and that in some the glory was more manifest than in others. In this context position and the three dimensions were beside the point. Not, of course, that the category of space had been abolished. When I got up and walked about, I could do so quite normally, without misjudging the whereabouts of objects. Space was still there; but it had lost its predominance. The mind was primarily concerned, not with measures and locations, but with being and meaning. And along with indifference to space there went an even more complete indifference to time. "There seems to be plenty of it," was all I would answer, when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch; but my watch, I knew, was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration or alternatively of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse. From the books the investigator directed my attention to the furniture. A small typing table stood in the center of the room; beyond it, from my point of view, was a wicker chair and beyond that a desk. The three pieces formed an intricate pattern of horizontals, uprights and diagonals—a pattern all the more interesting for not being interpreted in terms of spatial relationships. Table, chair and desk came together in a composition that was like something by Braque or Juan Gris, a still life recognizably related to the objective world, but rendered without depth, without any attempt at photographic realism. I was looking at my furniture, not as the utilitarian who has to sit on chairs, to write at desks and tables, and not as the cameraman or scientific recorder, but as the pure aesthete whose concern is only with forms and their relationships within the field of vision or the picture space. But as I looked, this purely aesthetic, Cubist's-eye view gave place to what I can only describe as the sacramental vision of reality. I was back where I had been when I was looking at the flowers-back in a world where everything shone with the Inner Light, and was infinite in its significance. The legs, for example, of that chair—how miraculous their tubularity, how supernatural their polished smoothness! I spent several minutes—or was it several centuries?—not merely gazing at those bamboo legs, but actually being them—-or rather being myself in them; or, to be still more accurate (for "I" was not involved in the case, nor in a certain sense were "they") being my Not-self in the Not-self which was the chair. Reflecting on my experience, I find myself agreeing with the eminent Cambridge philosopher, Dr. C. D. Broad, "that we should do well to consider much more seriously than we have hitherto been inclined to do the type of theory which Bergson put forward in connection with memory and sense perception. The suggestion is that the function of the brain and nervous system and sense organs is in the main eliminative and not productive. Each person is at each moment capable of remembering all that has ever happened to him and of perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe. The function of the brain and nervous system is to protect us from being overwhelmed and confused by this mass of largely useless and irrelevant knowledge, by shutting out most of what we should otherwise perceive or remember at any moment, and leaving only that very small and special selection which is likely to be practically useful." According to such a theory, each one of us is potentially Mind at Large. But in so far as we are animals, our business is at all costs to survive. To make biological survival possible, Mind at Large has to be funneled through the reducing valve of the brain and nervous system. What comes out at the other end is a measly trickle of the kind of consciousness which will help us to stay alive on the surface of this Particular planet. To formulate and express the contents of this reduced awareness, man has invented and endlessly elaborated those symbol-systems and implicit philosophies which we call languages. Every individual is at once the beneficiary and the victim of the linguistic tradition into which he has been born—the beneficiary inasmuch as language gives access to the accumulated records of other people's experience, the victim in so far as it confirms him in the belief that reduced awareness is the only awareness and as it bedevils his sense of reality, so that he is all too apt to take his concepts for data, his words for actual things. That which, in the language of religion, is called "this world" is the universe of reduced awareness, expressed, and, as it were, petrified by language. The various "other worlds," with which human beings erratically make contact are so many elements in the totality of the awareness belonging to Mind at Large. Most people, most of the time, know only what comes through the reducing valve and is consecrated as genuinely real by the local language. Certain persons, however, seem to be born with a kind of by-pass that circumvents the reducing valve. In others temporary by-passes may be acquired either spontaneously, or as the result of deliberate "spiritual exercises," or through hypnosis, or by means of drugs. Through these permanent or temporary by-passes there flows, not indeed the perception "of everything that is happening everywhere in the universe" (for the by-pass does not abolish the reducing valve, which still excludes the total content of Mind at Large), but something more than, and above all something different from, the carefully selected utilitarian material which our narrowed, individual minds regard as a complete, or at least sufficient, picture of reality. The brain is provided with a number of enzyme systems which serve to co-ordinate its workings. Some of these enzymes regulate the supply of glucose to the brain cells. Mescalin inhibits the production of these enzymes and thus lowers the amount of glucose available to an organ that is in constant need of sugar. When mescalin reduces the brain's normal ration of sugar what happens? Too few cases have been observed, and therefore a comprehensive answer cannot yet be given. But what happens to the majority of the few who have taken mescalin under supervision can be summarized as follows. (1) The ability to remember and to "think straight" is little if at all reduced. (Listening to the recordings of my conversation under the influence of the drug, I cannot discover that I was then any stupider than I am at ordinary times.) (2) Visual impressions are greatly intensified and the eye recovers some of the perceptual innocence of childhood, when the sensum was not immediately and automatically subordinated to the concept. Interest in space is diminished and interest in time falls almost to zero. (3) Though the intellect remains unimpaired and though perception is enormously improved, the will suffers a profound change for the worse. The mescalin taker sees no reason for doing anything in particular and finds most of the causes for which, at ordinary times, he was prepared to act and suffer, profoundly uninteresting. He can't be bothered with them, for the good reason that he has better things to think about. (4) These better things may be experienced (as I experienced them) "out there," or "in here," or in both worlds, the inner and the outer, simultaneously or successively. That they are better seems to be self-evident to all mescalin takers who come to the drug with a sound liver and an untroubled mind. These effects of mescalin are the sort of effects you could expect to follow the administration of a drug having the power to impair the efficiency of the cerebral reducing valve. When the brain runs out of sugar, the undernourished ego grows weak, can't be bothered to undertake the necessary chores, and loses all interest in those spatial and temporal relationships which mean so much to an organism bent on getting on in the world. As Mind at Large seeps past the no longer watertight valve, all kinds of biologically useless things start to happen. In some cases there may be extra-sensory perceptions. Other persons discover a world of visionary beauty. To others again is revealed the glory, the infinite value and meaningfulness of naked existence, of the given, unconceptualized event. In the final stage of egolessness there is an "obscure knowledge" that All is in all—that All is actually each. This is as near, I take it, as a finite mind can ever come to "perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe." In this context, how significant is the enormous heightening, under mescalin, of the perception of color! For certain animals it is biologically very important to be able to distinguish certain hues. But beyond the limits of their utilitarian spectrum, most creatures are completely color blind. Bees, for example, spend most of their time "deflowering the fresh virgins of the spring"; but, as Von Frisch has shown, they can recognize only a very few colors. Man's highly developed color sense is a biological luxury—inestimably precious to him as an intellectual and spiritual being, but unnecessary to his survival as an animal. To judge by the adjectives which Homer puts into their mouths, the heroes of the Trojan War hardly excelled the bees in their capacity to distinguish colors. In this respect, at least, mankind's advance has been prodigious. Mescalin raises all colors to a higher power and makes the percipient aware of innumerable fine shades of difference, to which, at ordinary times, he is completely blind. It would seem that, for Mind at Large, the so-called secondary characters of things are primary. Unlike Locke, it evidently feels that colors are more important, better worth attending to, than masses, positions and dimensions. Like mescalin takers, many mystics perceive supernaturally brilliant colors, not only with the inward eye, but even in the objective world around them. Similar reports are made by psychics and sensitives. There are certain mediums to whom the mescalin taker's brief revelation is a matter, during long periods, of daily and hourly experience. From this long but indispensable excursion into the realm of theory, we may now return to the miraculous facts—four bamboo chair legs in the middle of a room. Like Wordsworth's daffodils, they brought all manner of wealth—the gift, beyond price, of a new direct insight into the very Nature of Things, together with a more modest treasure of understanding in the field, especially, of the arts. A rose is a rose is a rose. But these chair legs were chair legs were St. Michael and all angels. Four or five hours after the event, when the effects of a cerebral sugar shortage were wearing off, I was taken for a little tour of the city, which included a visit, towards sundown, to what is modestly claimed to be the World's Biggest Drug Store. At the back of the W.B.D.S., among the toys, the greeting cards and the comics, stood a row, surprisingly enough, of art books. I picked up the first volume that came to hand. It was on Van Gogh, and the picture at which the book opened was "The Chair"—that astounding portrait of a Ding an Sich, which the mad painter saw, with a kind of adoring terror, and tried to render on his canvas. But it was a task to which the power even of genius proved wholly inadequate. The chair Van Gogh had seen was obviously the same in essence as the chair I had seen. But, though incomparably more real than the chairs of ordinary perception, the chair in his picture remained no more than an unusually expressive symbol of the fact. The fact had been manifested Suchness; this was only an emblem. Such emblems are sources of true knowledge about the Nature of Things, and this true knowledge may serve to prepare the mind which accepts it for immediate insights on its own account. But that is all. However expressive, symbols can never be the things they stand for. It would be interesting, in this context, to make a study of the works of art available to the great knowers of Suchness. What sort of pictures did Eckhart look at? What sculptures and paintings played a part in the religious experience of St. John of the Cross, of Hakuin, of Hui-neng, of William Law? The questions are beyond my power to answer; but I strongly suspect that most of the great knowers of Suchness paid very little attention to art—some refusing to have anything to do with it at all, others being content with what a critical eye would regard as second-rate, or even, tenth-rate, works. (To a person whose transfigured and transfiguring mind can see the All in every this, the first-rateness or tenth-rateness of even a religious painting will be a matter of the most sovereign indifference.) Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, or else for those resolute dead-enders, who have made up their minds to be content with the ersatz of Suchness, with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner. I returned the Van Gogh to its rack and picked up the volume standing next to it. It was a book on Botticelli. I turned the pages. "The Birth of Venus"-never one of my favorites. "Mars and Venus," that loveliness so passionately denounced by poor Ruskin at the height of his long-drawn sexual tragedy. The marvelously rich and intricate "Calumny of Apelles." And then a somewhat less familiar and not very good picture, "Judith." My attention was arrested and I gazed in fascination, not at the pale neurotic heroine or her attendant, not at the victim's hairy head or the vernal landscape in the background, but at the purplish silk of Judith's pleated bodice and long wind-blown skirts. This was something I had seen before-seen that very morning, between the flowers and the furniture, when I looked down by chance, and went on passionately staring by choice, at my own crossed legs. Those folds in the trousers—what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the gray flannel—how rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous! And here they were again, in Botticelli's picture. Civilized human beings wear clothes, therefore there can be no portraiture, no mythological or historical storytelling without representations of folded textiles. But though it may account for the origins, mere tailoring can never explain the luxuriant development of drapery as a major theme of all the plastic arts. Artists, it is obvious, have always loved drapery for its own sake—or, rather, for their own. When you paint or carve drapery, you are painting or carving forms which, for all practical purposes, are non-representational—the kind of unconditioned forms on which artists even in the most naturalistic tradition like to let themselves go. In the average Madonna or Apostle the strictly human, fully representational element accounts for about ten per cent of the whole. All the rest consists of many colored variations on the inexhaustible theme of crumpled wool or linen. And these non-representational nine-tenths of a Madonna or an Apostle may be just as important qualitatively as they are in quantity. Very often they set the tone of the whole work of art, they state the key in which the theme is being rendered, they express the mood, the temperament, the attitude to life of the artist. Stoical serenity reveals itself in the smooth surfaces, the broad untortured folds of Piero's draperies. Torn between fact and wish, between cynicism and idealism, Bernini tempers the all but caricatural verisimilitude of his faces with enormous sartorial abstractions, which are the embodiment, in stone or bronze, of the everlasting commonplaces of rhetoric—the heroism, the holiness, the sublimity to which mankind perpetually aspires, for the most part in vain. And here are El Greco's disquietingly visceral skirts and mantles; here are the sharp, twisting, flame-like folds in which Cosimo Tura clothes his figures: in the first, traditional spirituality breaks down into a nameless physiological yearning; in the second, there writhes an agonized sense of the world's essential strangeness and hostility. Or consider Watteau; his men and women play lutes, get ready for balls and harlequinades, embark, on velvet lawns and under noble trees, for the Cythera of every lover's dream; their enormous melancholy and the flayed, excruciating sensibility of their creator find expression, not in the actions recorded, not in the gestures and the faces portrayed, but in the relief and texture of their taffeta skirts, their satin capes and doublets. Not an inch of smooth surface here, not a moment of peace or confidence, only a silken wilderness of countless tiny pleats and wrinkles, with an incessant modulation—inner uncertainty rendered with the perfect assurance of a master hand—of tone into tone, of one indeterminate color into another. In life, man proposes, God disposes. In the plastic arts the proposing is done by the subject matter; that which disposes is ultimately the artist's temperament, proximately (at least in portraiture, history and genre) the carved or painted drapery. Between them, these two may decree that a fête galante shall move to tears, that a crucifixion shall be serene to the point of cheerfulness, that a stigmatization shall be almost intolerably sexy, that the likeness of a prodigy of female brainlessness (I am thinking now of Ingres' incomparable Mme. Moitessier) shall express the austerest, the most uncompromising intellectuality. But this is not the whole story. Draperies, as I had now discovered, are much more than devices for the introduction of non-representational forms into naturalistic paintings and sculptures. What the rest of us see only under the influence of mescalin, the artist is congenitally equipped to see all the time. His perception is not limited to what is biologically or socially useful. A little of the knowledge belonging to Mind at Large oozes past the reducing valve of brain and ego, into his consciousness. It is a knowledge of the intrinsic significance of every existent. For the artist as for the mescalin taker draperies are living hieroglyphs that stand in some peculiarly expressive way for the unfathomable mystery of pure being. More even than the chair, though less perhaps than those wholly supernatural flowers, the folds of my gray flannel trousers were charged with "is-ness." To what they owed this privileged status, I cannot say. Is it, perhaps, because the forms of folded drapery are so strange and dramatic that they catch the eye and in this way force the miraculous fact of sheer existence upon the attention? Who knows? What is important is less the reason for the experience than the experience itself. Poring over Judith's skirts, there in the World's Biggest Drug Store, I knew that Botticelli—and not Botticelli alone, but many others too-had looked at draperies with the same transfigured and transfiguring eyes as had been mine that morning. They had seen the Istigkeit, the Allness and Infinity of folded cloth and had done their best to render it in paint or stone. Necessarily, of course, without success. For the glory and the wonder of pure existence belong to another order, beyond the Power of even the highest art to express. But in Judith's skirt I could clearly see what, if I had been a painter of genius, I might have made of my old gray flannels. Not much, heaven knows, in comparison with the reality, but enough to delight generation after generation of beholders, enough to make them understand at least a little of the true significance of what, in our pathetic imbecility, we call "mere things" and disregard in favor of television. "This is how one ought to see," I kept saying as I looked down at my trousers, or glanced at the jeweled books in the shelves, at the legs of my infinitely more than Van-Goghian chair. "This is how one ought to see, how things really are." And yet there were reservations. For if one always saw like this, one would never want to do anything else. Just looking, just being the divine Not-self of flower, of book, of chair, of flannel. That would be enough. But in that case what about other people? What about human relations? In the recording of that morning's conversations I find the question constantly repeated, "What about human relations?" How could one reconcile this timeless bliss of seeing as one ought to see with the temporal duties of doing what one ought to do and feeling as one ought to feel? "One ought to be able," I said, "to see these trousers as infinitely important and human beings as still more infinitely important." One ought-but in practice it seemed to be impossible. This participation in the manifest glory of things left no room, so to speak, for the ordinary, the necessary concerns of human existence, above all for concerns involving persons. For Persons are selves and, in one respect at least, I was now a Not-self, simultaneously perceiving and being the Not-self of the things around me. To this new-born Not-self, the behavior, the appearance, the very thought of the self it had momentarily ceased to be, and of other selves, its one-time fellows, seemed not indeed distasteful (for distastefulness was not one of the categories in terms of which I was thinking), but enormously irrelevant. Compelled by the investigator to analyze and report on what I was doing (and how I longed to be left alone with Eternity in a flower, Infinity in four chair legs and the Absolute in the folds of a pair of flannel trousers!), I realized that I was deliberately avoiding the eyes of those who were with me in the room, deliberately refraining from being too much aware of them. One was my wife, the other a man I respected and greatly liked; but both belonged to the world from which, for the moment, mescalin had delivered me "e world of selves, of time, of moral judgments and utilitarian considerations, the world (and it was this aspect of human life which I wished, above all else, to forget) of self-assertion, of cocksureness, of overvalued words and idolatrously worshipped notions. At this stage of the proceedings I was handed a large colored reproduction of the well-known self-portrait by Cézanne—the head and shoulders of a man in a large straw hat, red-cheeked, red-lipped, with rich black whiskers and a dark unfriendly eye. It is a magnificent painting; but it was not as a painting that I now saw it. For the head promptly took on a third dimension and came to life as a small goblin-like man looking out through a window in the page before me. I started to laugh. And when they asked me why, "What pretensions!" I kept repeating. "Who on earth does he think he is?" The question was not addressed to Cézanne in particular, but to the human species at large. Who did they all think they were? "It's like Arnold Bennett in the Dolomites," I said, suddenly remembering a scene, happily immortalized in a snapshot, of A.B., some four or five years before his death, toddling along a wintry road at Cortina d'Ampezzo. Around him lay the virgin snow; in the background was a more than gothic aspiration of red crags. And there was dear, kind, unhappy A.B., consciously overacting the role of his favorite character in fiction, himself, the Card in person. There he went, toddling slowly in the bright Alpine sunshine, his thumbs in the armholes of a yellow waistcoat which bulged, a little lower down, with the graceful curve of a Regency bow window at Brighten—his head thrown back as though to aim some stammered utterance, howitzer-like, at the blue dome of heaven. What he actually said, I have forgotten; but what his whole manner, air and posture fairly shouted was, "I'm as good as those damned mountains." And in some ways, of course, he was infinitely better; but not, as he knew very well, in the way his favorite character in fiction liked to imagine. Successfully (whatever that may mean) or unsuccessfully, we all overact the part of our favorite character in fiction. And the fact, the almost infinitely unlikely fact, of actually being Cézanne makes no difference. For the consummate painter, with his little pipeline to Mind at Large by-passing the brain valve and ego-filter, was also and just as genuinely this whiskered goblin with the unfriendly eye. For relief I turned back to the folds in my trousers. "This is how one ought to see," I repeated yet again. And I might have added,' 'These are the sort of things one ought to look at." Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves, sufficient in their Suchness, not acting a part, not trying, insanely, to go it alone, in isolation from the Dharma-Body, in Luciferian defiance of the grace of god. "The nearest approach to this," I said, "would be a Vermeer." Yes, a Vermeer. For that mysterious artist was truly gifted-with the vision that perceives the Dharma-Body as the hedge at the bottom of the garden, with the talent to render as much of that vision as the limitations of human capacity permit, and with the prudence to confine himself in his paintings to the more manageable aspects of reality; for though Vermeer represented human beings, he was always a painter of still life. Cézanne, who told his female sitters to do their best to look like apples, tried to paint portraits in the same spirit. But his pippin-like women are more nearly related to Plato's Ideas than to the Dharma-Body in the hedge. They are Eternity and Infinity seen, not in sand or flower, but in the abstractions of some very superior brand of geometry. Vermeer never asked his girls to look like apples. On the contrary, he insisted on their being girls to the very limit—but always with the proviso that they refrain from behaving girlishly. They might sit or quietly stand but never giggle, never display self-consciousness, never say their prayers or pine for absent sweethearts, never gossip, never gaze enviously at other women's babies, never dirt, never love or hate or work. In the act of doing any of these things they would doubtless become more intensely themselves, but would cease, for that very reason, to manifest their divine essential Not-self. In Blake's phrase, the doors of Vermeer's perception were only partially cleansed. A single panel had become almost perfectly transparent; the rest of the door was still muddy. The essential Not-self could be perceived very clearly in things and in living creatures on the hither side of good and evil. In human beings it was visible only when they were in repose, their minds untroubled, their bodies motionless. In these circumstances Vermeer could see Suchness in all its heavenly beauty—could see and, in some small measure, render it—in a subtle and sumptuous still life. Vermeer is undoubtedly the greatest painter of human still lives. But there have been others, for example, Vermeer's French contemporaries, the Le Nain brothers. They set out, I suppose, to be genre painters; but what they actually produced was a series of human still lives, in which their cleansed perception of the infinite significance of all things is rendered not, as with Vermeer, by subtle enrichment of color and texture, but by a heightened clarity, an obsessive distinctness of form, within an austere, almost monochromatic tonality. In our own day we have had Vuillard, the painter, at his best, of unforgettably splendid pictures of the Dharma-Body manifested in a bourgeois bedroom, of the Absolute blazing away in the midst of some stockbroker's family in a suburban garden, taking tea.
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AREA 51 Disclosure from Senior Lockheed Martin Research Scientist Boyd Bushman! This is from a documentary David Sereda and myself partnered on titled From Here To Andromeda, that is some of my music in there as well ;-) Former Lockheed Martin Engineer Boyd Bushman Deathbed Confession, Provides Evidence of Alien Contact Boyd Bushman (Lockheed Martin Senior Scientist), who died Aug. 7, 2014 revealed in a filmed interview before his death what he says is information about, and photos of, aliens and alien spacecraft he obtained as a senior scientist at Lockheed Martin. U.S. patents filed by Boyd Bushman include mention of his work at Lockheed Martin, a prominent technology contractor for the U.S. government, supporting to some degree his identification as a former employee. His designs include a system to detect aircraft or missile exhaust plumes, a metal detection system, and an apparatus for detecting radiation. Actual Document shown to David Sereda in 2008 by Lockheed Martin Senior Scientist Boyd Bushman showing the first reverse engineered craft from Roswell craft that 1st flew in the late 50′s! The interview was uploaded to YouTube by Mark Q. Patterson, whom the New York Daily News identifies as an independent aerospace engineer. During the interview, Bushman said that he had top-secret clearance. He showed photos purportedly taken of aliens and he described the aliens. These aliens are from Quintonia (spelled phonetically from the video), he said, which is 68 light years from Earth. Bushman said it should take at least 68,000 years to travel to Quintonia if a spacecraft cannot go faster than the speed of light, as Albert Einstein decreed. These aliens, however, were able to make the trip in 45 minutes, Bushman said. The thing is though that Boyd Bushman deathbed confessional has been labeled a hoax because it is said that the ET Boyd shows is claimed to be only a Walmart Doll. I know Boyd Bushman is the real deal. Let me share why. I had shared the following information regarding a meeting with some deep insiders (Anunnaki) back in 2008 regarding the Boyd Bushman testimony with UFO researcher and author Martha Jette years ago, long before the Boyd Bushman Deathbed confessional filmed in 2014. From Martha’s book: Terror In The Night I – Alien Abduction Exposed! While people are fascinated with the Lake Erie UFO videos and they have garnered much media attention, Michael said the more important aspect of his alien/UFO experiences is the contact he has developed with the Annunaki. “During that first meeting with ‘them,’ which I believe now to be the Marduk led remnants, the Boyd Bushman subject was brought out first and it was not done in a gentle way. Their fangs came out if you know what I mean.” I am releasing the following information because I believe it needs to be known and these are all my own words, please keep in mind that at this time I had no knowledge of the Anunnaki or anything much to do with the Anunnaki, I had never read any Sitchin books or anything like that, so this is written from that view point. I had a face to face meeting with the Ruling “Family” of the Anunnaki, They told me they had been known in the past as the Anunnaki and that they wanted to discuss a “Change in Anunnaki Leadership” and the next coarse of action regarding the Human race for the Age of Aquarius, The conversation really dealt with if Humanity was ready for open Contact with the Anunnaki and other ET’s. I must tell you, At that point in my life, I have never read anything on the Anunnaki, I had heard of Planet X but never gave it much thought really, I figured if it was real, It will one day be present in our Sky, so I took a “time will tell” approach to the whole subject. Let me explain how this all went down, I was at a Festival, There was a forest site which had a Round Gazebo that they had named the “I dream of Genie Bottle” because that is what it looked like from the inside, It was a round structure with a round bed inside with beautiful fabrics making up the whole interior, it was actually very disorienting when you got on the inside, sometimes I couldn’t find the door back out. Anyway, He and I return to the Camp site and he immediately says “There are some people waiting in the “Genie Bottle” who have been waiting to meet you. I thought that was very strange and was excited just who it may be. I entered the tent and seen two people lounging on the Bed, A Male And Female but what was strange is that I could not see there faces, I don’t know if it was the lighting but I could see everything up to there necks then it was all shadow and I could make out no faces at all. Recreation… The male asked me to sit down, so I took the Chair/Bean Bag directly in front if their circular couch they were on and He then left the “Genie Bottle” . The Male asked me to tell a little about myself, He asked me if I had performed any of the ritual’s going on at the grounds that night, He asked me if I walked the “Labyrinth” which I didn’t and really had no knowledge of what it even was and told him so, he then asked me, Why are you here then? You know what is going on here right? I told him I don’t buy into any of this “Ritual” stuff, he then said, that is great, me neither. He went on to say there was a Young man on the Coast to Coast AM Radio show named David Sereda that was talking about testimony from a Senior Scientist from Lockheed Martin who’s name was Boyd Bushman, He said this “Boyd Bushman” information being released has upset many insider people, and if I knew anything about this? Well, this freaked me out, first of all that Information was released in David Sereda’s & my movie “From Here To Andromeda”, I told him, yes, I know something about, it’s in my film. He seemed really shocked and asked who brought this person to me? Some threats were thrown out towards me & Boyd if I remember correctly. This leader figure told me he worked with a group of people who decided what will be released to the public regarding the ET subject and that he was an actual family member of the J. Allen Hynek Family and this “family” was still in control of what alien related info is released to the masses on the subject, and he went on to tell me that this Boyd Bushman info was not on the list, He went on to say we had created a lot of problems for them “behind the scenes” and created a lot of finger pointing as to how exactly this information was released. They were super pissed this Boyd Bushman testimony ever made it into the public. When he asked me how this “From Here To Andromeda” DVD ever came into existence? I told him I willed that DVD into manifestation and I thought it was BS that this info was being withheld from humanity. My response seemed to puzzle him greatly. This Anunnaki leader figure then stated, “Michael, we need to know what you know” and they brought out a wand that had what looked like a bright purple LED at the end of it, and it seemed almost to be kinda like a laser pointer. He pointed it directly at my pineal gland/3rd eye area. They had what appeared to be shiney flashing instruments and laser pointers and they told me they were going to remove some memory blocks. When they finished which was not painful in any way, I was then told by the male leader figure “I have heard you wanted to meet with us? And that you have filmed our craft flying over Lake Erie?” One of many strange lights Michael has seen over Lake Erie. A.R. Bordon (NSA/Lockheed Skunkworks Insider) Indicated the following to me…,“The “mental” procedures you said to have been exposed to, involving light etc., are far more commonly used now and there are other ways besides lie detectors to know whether and what a person does or does not know.” According to historical records, Marduk was a god of ancient Mesopotamia and the patron deity of the City of Babylon. In Zecharia Sitchin’s book The Wars of Gods And Men, Marduk is believe to have given Babylonian King Hammurabi a powerful weapon around 1800 B.C. with which to defeat his enemies. However, the Assyrian kings, who claimed power and weapons were granted from their own gods, overtook Babylon. This occurred because Marduk became angry with its king and people, and decreed, “seventy years shall be the measure of its desolation.” When the Assyrian empire fell about 614 B.C., Marduk ordered Nebuchadnezzar II of Egypt to “march his army westward.” Boyd Bushman is a retired senior research engineer who worked for Lockheed Martin Skunk Works, Texas Instruments and Hughes Aircraft. He is believed to be the inventor of the Stinger missile. He holds a 1999 patent for an apparatus that can amplify a magnetic beam. He has researched antigravity technology and gravity manipulation through the use of magnetic fields. Boyd has spoken out about Area 51 and the advanced propulsion systems that that he said have been tested there through a black budget research program. According to Ben Rich, former head of Lockheed, “We now know how to travel to the stars. The Air Force has just given us a contract to take ET back home.” Apparently, the Marduk Led Annunaki were not at all pleased by the release of this information. “This leader figure told me he worked for a group of people who decided what would be released, that he was an actual family member of the J. Allen Hynek family and this family was still in control of what is released, and the Boyd Bushman info was not on the list. SECRET UFO Propulsion Systems – Senior Lockheed Martin Research Scientist Boyd Dr. Josef Allen Hynek was an astrologer, professor and UFO researcher. He was the science advisor on UFOs for the U.S. Air Force for Project Sign, Project Grudge and Project Blue Book. Afterward, he conducted his own private UFO research and is known for developing the Close Encounter classification system. He also has a web site called The Center for UFO Studies. Hynek was a typical UFO skeptic when he first became involved with the strange phenomenon. However, his views changed drastically over the years. At the First International UFO Congress in Chicago in 1977, he stated: “I do believe,” he said, “that the UFO phenomenon as a whole is real but I do not mean necessarily that its just one thing. We must ask whether the diversity of observed UFOs.. all spring from the same basic source…We must not ask what hypothesis can explain the most facts but we must ask, which hypothesis can explain the most puzzling facts. There is sufficient evidence to defend both the ETI (extraterrestrial intelligence) and the EDI (extra-dimensional intelligence) hypothesis.” My point is why would these “Marduk led Anunnaki Insiders” who decide what ET related information get’s released to the masses tell me back in 2008 they had an issue with us revealing Boyd Bushman’s testimony in David Sereda’s & my film “From Here To Andromeda” if Boyd Bushman was not the real deal? Peace,Michael Lee Hill Click Here To Get Your Own 432 Hz Energy Disk >>
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Notes from a talk given, Thursday night, March 17, by Acharya David Schneider: The Rigden This word is being used more in our literature, liturgies and iconography. Cannot understand, not accessible to divided, conceptual mind – “Rigden don’t live there.” To talk about it, it is necessary to relax your mind. Loosen your grip on your version of reality…will come closer to actual reality…this is more like poetry than anthropology. “rig” means ‘clan’ or ‘lineage.’ “den” means ‘having,’ ‘holding,’ ‘possessing.’ Together it means: “the holders of the family lineage or clan.” David begins telling a story: The Kings of Shambhala: The first King of Shambhala – Suchandra (Tibetan = Dazampa, “good moon.”) The historical Buddha, Shakyamuni, taught the king of Shambhala, Suchandra, and initiated him – “monks out!” the Buddha said. This was a teaching for lay-people. This teaching was the Kalachakra Tantra – the pinnacle of the Vajrayana – there is no higher tantra. Suchandra took the tantra teaching back with him to his kingdom (Shambhala) and made it the state religion there. This is responsible for why we cannot see Shambhala anymore. Some say it ascended entirely, some say it’s still there. [The synchronicity between the term Sanskrit term Rigden and the Mormon name Rigden, the parallel ideas of Shambhala, Zion, and the City of Enoch, and the similarities between termas, tertons, Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon are phenomenal and serendipitous, to say the least.] This is not the only religion in Shambhala [Again a very familiar Mormon idea in terms of the future Zion utopia and freedom of religion, conscience, and expression.] Seven kings later there was strife. Some didn’t want to do it anymore and bailed. It wasn’t easy to leave. The seventh King was Manjushri Yashas. He used magical persuasion and brought them back. He was called the first Rigden because he held the clan through commitment and dedication? devotion? to teachings. Before this kings were referred to as “Dharma Raja”. After that, “Rigdens.” There were 7 Dharma Rajas and 25 Rigdens. We are under the reign of the 21st or 22nd Rigden. There is a prophecy that during the reign of the 25th, things get so bad that they come out of Shambhala and “clean things up”! They pay close attention to the human realm and are very affected by it and care very deeply. The Rigden during WWII died of a broken heart! Trungpa Rinpoche talks about the Rigden fathers. There’s another meaning before that level (the kings above). The before level is the basis of Shambhala, together the whole lineage An absolute or ultimate level. A chant – the homage He who is neither beginning or end. Possesses confidence beyond words. I pay homage to the Rigden King…. [[[Wikipedia:sounds|sounds]] like Melchizedek] Part of the standard liturgy now…. “May the goodness of the Rigden King be present.” This Rigden king is not one exactly, it’s a “Rigden principle,” or absolute or primordial Rigden. An absolute level of being indivisible from the relative way of being. We’re so busy with relative that we forget – can’t feel the absolute way of being – the basis of Shambhala, where we came from. What is it that has no beginning or ending in Tibetan [no he?] referring to a level of being/mind before thought/concept. It’s happening all the time – in between thoughts “gap out.” The Rigdens are the inhabitants of the Cosmic Mirror. Before concept, primordial mind, what’s there when you let go of thoughts. It’s not possible to stop thinking – it is possible to notice thoughts and gaps between thoughts. It’s a source of character development to let go of thoughts – that’s relaxing. You can let go of any thoughts. There’s a space like an “ah” or other seed syllables. There’s an unbounded, limitless space out of which things spring all the time. This is the abode of the Rigden. This space is rich and pregnant and fertile, possessing the glory of the tiger, lion, garuda, dragon, “the five dignities.” It’s glorious with specific colors, qualitites, and power. Applicable in daily life. There is no shortcut to glory. Rigden is in charge. You have to go through him to get the glory. Spacious Open Unbounded Glorious Colored Powerful And confidence beyond words – doesn’t need anything – it’s basic goodness – it’s before any reason to be good. David tells a wonderful story about his 2 ½ year-old daughter. She asks “why” about everything. So he decided to turn the tables on her and asks her “why” about everything. Her answer to “why” (she’s German) is “just so.” Letting it in: it’s right there outside the door - glorious power, wisdom, fireworks, ice cubes, everything – whatever you want. We can’t lose it but we can ignore it. Rigden is about opening up to that – relaxing. That’s the absolute, somewhat un-manifest level. Q: Why would you address it, give it a name or rank it like a king? A: In ‘relative’ you could say ‘Queen,” in absolute you’d say ‘ruler.’ It’s this space that’s giving rise to everything in our life. It’s your ruler principle, it allows you to rule. Who’s the boss? In sitting meditation you are the boss. Manifest – kings or rulers of Shambhala. A tip or insight into visualization Q: Does the Rigden exist? A: The Rigden principle is like a strong emotion that exists in you, like hate. It has color and is so strong could be made into sculpture. You could kick it or worship it, sometimes our emotions are that tangible. You might see Rigden as a person that emanates for your own conviction. On the one hand they don’t exist, on the other hand they do. Rulership – ruling your own life. Sakyong = “earth protector,” like Rigden, but an earthly manifestation. One who has trained in these techniques of relaxing and opening. It comes down to embodying that, becoming Rigdens. The primary way of our training, meditation. Not the only way but extremely helpful. Slowed down. Sit. Can begin to notice gaps and power of the mind even when nothing is happening. Other techniques, opening to your sense perceptions and regarding them as sacred. Entrance into the Rigden principle. Not just a glass of water but being “stunned by your perceptions.” The act of perceiving without blending your perceptions together and naming it – a chair. Let that open you up instead of just closing that down. The moon and the weather and the elements are good for this. We are sensual beings. In monk training you put a clamp on your senses. Whereas on the path of Shambhala warriorship and rulership we use the senses in a different way. No need to fear, can be used for enlightenment, not to be stupid or indulgent, but really living there/senses in a sacred world. There’s a profound meaning…our Shambhala Buddhist path. Our asst. is that we should not separate religion and secular life. Our aim is that they’re completely integrated. Your spiritual life is meant to deepen your secular, your secular life is meant to deepen your spiritual – no gap. The way you do the things you do counts in Shambhala. The Arhat is the hero of Hinayana. The Bodhisattva of the Mahayana, or tantric yoga. Here it is the Rigden King or Queen [Another Mormon parallel]. Open to infinity or depth of sense perceptions. Different emphasis. Points to social engagement, community, culture. Q: Why do we close the blinds? A: Fear of the unknown. It’s a bad habit. We get comfortable in our routines and silly limiting routines. We’re afraid if we let go of those, something uncomfortable could happen. Fear of loss of reference point (normally our reference points drive us nuts.) When we let go we get glory back and it’s not personal and we don’t have to organize it. Whatever phenomena are taking place you know how to ride them. The power, not your personal power. It’s already there. Let go of self and it’s accessible. Bodhisattva acquires siddhis powers but only for the benefit of others. Before beginning or ending. Not the same as eternal. Something before the concept even of beginning or ending. Something before the concept of the teaching. Q: Is the Rigden place a place where questioning is not necessary? A: An important topic, an important talk. Q: Tell us the why and the how of our new thangka? A: The Sakyong’s job is to shape and guide Shambhala on earth. What he’s doing is to point out the things that bind Shambhala Buddhist teachings. Shaping and binding and holding the family…IS this Ridgen principle. He’s going back to the things that his father had begun. In all contemplative or religious traditions absolute_______by word or concept, always some teachings of absolute state, ways to describe it, draw it out (infiltrate?) concretely manifest reality. Your life is a spectrum. Q: What if a little Rigden principle comes in? A: Relax more. Q: Senses – the role of art and beauty. A: The artist is integrated into the Shambhala vision. Humans are dignified, worthy, deserve to celebrate their lives. Beauty, elegance, dignity are not outside us, they are our potential. An artist can call that forth for themselves and others. Trungpa Rinpoche – “we don’t have any art, we do everything the best we can.” It’s not special, just an extension of our daily lives. The wind and the water – it’s natural, you’d write a poem about it, but it’s no different than the way you’d put away the forks.
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